Kitap · I Promessi Sposi
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Yazar: Alessandro Manzoni
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As he stopped for a moment, before putting his design in
execution, the wind brought a new sound to his ear-the murmur of
running water. Intently listening, to ascertain if his senses did
not deceive him, he cried out, "It is the Adda!" His fatigue
vanished, his pulse returned, his blood flowed freely through his
veins, his fears disappeared; and guided by the friendly sound,
he went forward. He soon reached the extremity of the plain, and
found himself on the edge of a steep precipice, whence looking
downward, he discovered, through the bushes, the long-desired
river, and, on the other side of it, villages scattered here and
there, with hills in the distance; and on the summit of one of
these a whitish spot, which in the dimness he took to be a city;
Bergamo certainly!
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